Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1887-10-13

said Madame de la Riviere coolfy; and
Clare, followed by two or three of her
satellites, swept out of the apartment.
Isabel strove to regain composure, and
finally went on with the lesson; but
she never forgot the cruel drop of bit
terness that Glare Willoughby had
wantonly infused into her already
| trimming cup of trial
And when Glare left the school, os-
tentatiously proclaiming her coming
marriage to a German count, greatly
to the envy of her schoolmates, Isabel
still taught on, patient and uncom-
planning, and meekly hoping for bet
ter days.
And they came at last.
s'Well, my DEAR" said Mr.. Forres-
ter as he sat down to the elegantly APP
pointed dinner-table, with his beauti-
full dark-eyed wife sitting opposite
in tasteful toilet of deep blue velvet
and pearls Isabel Plumer's sweet
face had drawn ''first prize" in the
matrimonial lottery you had
any applications yet for the advertise
ment for governess?"
PLENTY" said Isabel laughing
German, French, Spanish, even Swiss
ladies have made their appearance, So
Letting the situation"
''Then you must be very hard to
suit
''Not that, but"-Isabel hesitated-
you know, dear, one cannot help
feeling little particular about the
person one takes into the nursery,
among ones children"
''Well, my love" said Mr.. Forester,
81 leave all those matters to you.
Halo! another ring at the bell"
The servant entered to tell Isabel
brary." For John had fine taste of
his own, and Disseminated with sur
prising exactitude between ''lady" and
"person."
Isabel went down stairs to the mag
nificent apartment, where pictures
and statues adorned the walls, and
carved walnut bookcases filled the
inches.
Beside the glowing CRATE stood a
woman in worn and shabby black
draperies, and heavy mourning veil
concealing her face.
81 have called ma'am," she said
meekly, ''to try to obtain the situation
of governess in your family. | am
very poor, and it is very necessary that
should obtain some employment to
enable me to earn my daily bread,
for"
She stopped abruptly as Mrs. For
roster turned on the gas in full jet
Of brightness.
Isabel Plumer!'
"And you are the lady used to
know under the appellation of Miss
Willoughby, latterly Countess de
Schombergw
Clare turned burning red.
81 am no countess, but the deceived
wife Of a foreign adventurer, deserted
and penniless. Oh, Isabel, had ]
known who Mrs. Forester was, |
would have starved sooner than have
come to you!"
She sat down, overcome with 'weari-
ness and despair; but Isabel gently
advanced and took her hand.
''Clare, do you think bear you any
malice for the thoughtless words of
your girlhood? On the contrary, |
dil uCOplS SIISfou tG your power
ty aud trials; and if you will ac-
cept the situation as governess to my
younger children, / will do my utmost
to make it a pleasant home for you.
There, do not weep any longer, poor
Glare! You are cold and weary.
Come up to my room and remove those
heavy wrappings, and then we will
90 and have look at the children"
Poor Glare! 1t was long since sue
had heard such kind and soothing
words, and the recollection of how she
had once treated Isabel Plumer in her
days of dependence and poverty, was
yet fresh in her mind.
''Oh, Isabel, you are an angel!' she
murmured in broken accents.
The time had come-so little antici-
pated by the two schoolgirls of ten
years ago-for Isabel Plumer to heap
Goals of fire on Glare Willoughby's
naughty head.